Left Behind *Harry Styles Love Story*

I walked into the court room tugging on my outfit. What can I say I'm nervous, my mum just died and now I'm in court to see if I'm gonna have to stay with my brother. I hate my brother he can go get hit by a bus for all I care. Harsh? Nah its just how I feel. Hes a fucking douche! Just Saying. You people may love him, but Louis Tomlinson isn't what he seems like.

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24. Chapter 21.

"No," had been the answer she gave me. I knew it was too good to be true, that of all people, she would help me. I can't believe I was so stupid! Wait, hold that thought- I do believe it. Because that's what I am; stupid. I am stupid because of all choices, my decisions. I am stupid because i was not brilliant enough to just leave when they showed up in my life, again- I had done it once, I could've done it again; but better.

I wasn't being all that smart right now, either. Nothing was stopping me from leaving; no one really could. I am my own person, I say to myself. I can do whatever I please. And I don't care what she does, or who she tells. It won't stop me either way. I'm leaving this place with or without any help. If only I could get contact of  Sam. Maybe she would come with me. But, honestly, I don't think she would. She's actually happy living with Niall, doing God knows what. She's happy with him, and I wouldn't take that away from her.

I could just either sneak out at night, I could just leave casually; just walk out in front of them; lie to them that I was going out for a walk. But I couldn't risk that. Harry has been paying close attention to me. Right now, he really couldn't do anything. I'm so glad he is famous enough that people want One Direction on their shows. 

I really could just leave right now, but I know I couldn't. I had to formulate a plan; have a strategy. I had to call Sam and tell her my plans. I know Sam isn't a snitch- she would probably help me. And a little spark of hope was in me, that she would come with me. 

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When Harry and Louis came home, I was sitting quietly on the couch. The TV was on- muted, and I was not watching it. I kept my eyes on the screen but didn't pay attention to anything that was going on. I was thinking; forming my plan to leave; it had to be a good plan; a great plan; a bullet proof plan. Or maybe not- it just had to be good. 

 "Brianna!" I snapped out of my thoughts, slightly jumping. I stared at Louis who had the remote in one hand. The TV was off. He gave me a curious look. I noticed Harry had a hand on my shoulder. He was probably the one calling my name. "Brianna," he says slowly again.

The corners of my mouth went down in a frown, and Harry speaks, knowing I'm confused. "You weren't here- I mean-" 

"You were spacing out, for who knows how long," say Louis, interrupting Harry. "What were you thinking about?" I shook my head, saying nothing. I was obviously not going to tell him. I got up from the couch, from Harry's touch; I got away from Louis' stares. I went straight to my room- Harry's room, without speaking. The bed was still unmade from this morning when I was the last to get up, and too out of it to even bother. I guess it didn't matter anymore; I crawled up onto it, getting into the covers, shutting my eyes.

I thought of a different world- any other world; one where I wasn't here; one where I was genuinely happy. Even with Sam, I could never be a happy person. I mean, I was happy, but not happy- if that makes any sense. I know it didn't, but I understanded it. I imagine my life if I ever got over everything. If I would ever find a good husband to take care of me, to love me. 

Of course that fairy-tale was interrupted by the annoying creak in the door it made when it was opened too slowly. I thought about how annoying that sound was to me. Why can't Harry or Louis fix that damn door? Though it really didn't matter much, hence I was trying to leave this place, not get accommodated with it.

I felt the bed go down at the bottom. I didn't open my eyes. I could hear that person sigh to themselves. It had to be Harry. Who else would come in like that without knocking? Someone who's room it belonged to. 

I bit my lip as I heard them making their way up and around the bed, slowly crawling in with me. Their hand snaked around my waist, just resting. "Brianna," they say into my ear. Harry, I think. If I could shut my eyes even more, I would. "I know you're awake."

"Then why is your arm around me; your face right up to my face? You wouldn't do this if I was awake," I whisper without opening my eyes. I wasn't even playing as if I was asleep. I don't think someone could fall asleep that fast. And it didn't feel like I was in here for more than just 5 minutes by myself. Although, I could be wrong. Time seems to fly quickly nowadays. 

I don't know why I did what I did next. I turned my body around, so I was facing him, looking into his Emerald green eyes. I forced myself to look at his chin instead, knowing that later on, I would have to force myself, with no luck, to break eye contact with him. I might as well do it now. 

"I guess because I've finally built up the courage," he murmurs quietly. "I've never really gotten the chance, either." He suddenly frowns, thinking, I suppose when he doesn't talk again. "You talked," he simply states.

I nod. This is the first time I talk to him. I built up the courage to talk to Nicole, seeking for her help, and she disappointed me. I don't know how I will be able to look her the same way as I did years ago; as my best friend, who was practically a sister to me. And Sam, being the only one I, one hundred percent sure trust, was the only person I could talk to.

"But," I say, my voice steady. "I can easily stop talking to you, as I did talk to you." 

He takes his hand and lays on the side of my face, caressing it. I relax myself at his touch, closing my eyes once more.
 

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